I believe that God heard the prayers of you, His faithful servants. I believe He has more work for me to do. I believe I have been given more time, and I plan to use it to honor and glorify Him every single day.
Why does this beastly disease attempt to steal everything from you?
We live in a world that some would have us believe is filled with hate. I know better.
I won’t let this stop me from living my best life.
Seeing Christmas thru the eyes of my grandchildren has given me new hope.
I rejoined Tom and we sat looking at the people in the crowded room from the sickest to the healthiest. Some in wheelchairs, some coughing with tubes and oxygen tanks. Some speaking foreign languages….some looking perfectly healthy. But, you wonder…why are they here and knowing they were wondering the same thing about us.
“Sometimes I wonder when I tell someone I will pray for them if they really believe I will do it…”
The next thought after your doctor shares with you the terrifying news that you have a mass or a tumor your mind goes on defense mode. Or at least that is what happened for me. A defense mechanism seemed to take over. “Surely it is not cancer”. “Can I die?” Maybe you were like me…
Yesterday I had a CT scan as a follow up after my last appointment confirming the beast had returned…I now have pancreas cancer mets to my lungs 100% confirmed. My radiology oncologist entered the room with a piece of paper, my scan report from the radiologist. On the paper he had numbered 8 entries. Each…
I stand fully clothed in the whole armour of God…ready to fight the battle before me once again.